Chapter ONE - Weebly

another explaining this to someone who wasn’t a
conjurer himself, who probably feared such power and
wanted nothing to do with those who wielded it. But in
the end he decided that Berson deserved to hear
everything. He told the man about both of his
encounters with Anna, even going so far as to repeat
her claim that Daniel Folter had killed Jennifer.
“And you’re quite sure that this Folter fellow didn’t
kill her?” Berson asked when Ethan had finished.
“That’s right. I know for a fact that Daniel wasn’t a
conjurer.”
Berson looked up from the brooch. “You say he
‘wasn’t’ a speller. Does that mean … he’s…?”
“He’s dead. He was killed just yesterday. This
conjurer told me—speaking through the girl I mentioned
—that he wants me to stop looking for your daughter’s
killer. He threatened to kill me if I don’t.”
“I understand, Mister Kaille. I’m grateful to you for
retrieving her brooch. You told me the other night that
you didn’t usually take jobs that involved murder.
You’ve done more than I could have expected.” He
pushed himself out of his chair with a great effort. “I’ll